"Cousin Jianyi, you look so beautiful today. It's been a long time since I last saw you and I miss you so much!" A sweet-like voice rang out behind Qi Jianyi who was enjoying her food.
The words sounded sweet, as if she truly missed her cousin after so long. Yet, Qi Jianyi couldn't shake the subtle disdain hidden in her tone.
Qi Jianyi paused the hand that was about to enter her mouth and turned to look at the owner of the voice. What greeted her was a young lady around her age that had an appearance that matched her voice.
The young lady was dressed in an eye-catching pink dress that highlighted her delicate features. She looked soft, almost doll-like, with large teary eyes framed by long lashes, as if she were perpetually on the verge of crying. Everything about her appearance seemed to scream vulnerability, an aura of helplessness that invited protection.
In other words, she was an exact contrast with Qi Jianyi's cold and independent appearance.
